A day in the life of a business school student.
Excerpted from NewYork.com.
This article is written by Debra Wheatman, a certified writer and career coach who has guided the professional development of thousands of clients globally. Read more of her job advice here.
Business school interview invitations have already been or are being sent for many anxious candidates. In recognition of the excitement for the lucky few who are now so close to earning that letter of admission to the MBA program of their dreams, I am sharing a glimpse into the life of a business school student, courtesy of one on my good friends who graduated from Columbia University.
A random Tuesday in the Fall Term, Second Year
Get woken up by alarm, push last night’s Super Taco wrappers from bedside table, decide to sleep in for another 30.
Fall out of bed, jump in shower, first class starts promptly at 8:15, Earnings Quality (read: More Accounting). Yay.
Walk to the 1 Train station on 50th and Broadway (I live in Midtown West, a 10-Year New Yorker who got to stay in-state for b-school).
Get to campus, run up the stairs on the side past the main gates on 116th & Broadway and get to Uris Hall.
Class starts, laptops out. Wi-Fi disabled, for obvious reasons, but texting between key individuals in the room begins in earnest. I like this class but I need to multi-task.
Class ends, 10 minute break. Next class starts at 10:15, Debt Capital Markets. This class is actually interesting. We are in the middle of the term, reviewing duration, convexity, yield curve flips, etc. I actually like this stuff but feel woefully inadequate sitting next to the former Morgan Stanley trader who lived this material in her sleep — why is she in this class?
Class ends, time to eat lunch. Hamilton Deli time. Walk over with five buddies from my cluster also taking DCM with me.
Last class of the day. Yes that’s right my Tuesday ends at 3 p.m. In the afternoon. And the topic of this class — Top Management Processes, a.k.a. the best class this school has to offer. I had to use all of my bidding points to earn a spot. Officially in love with business school again.
Class and my “official” work day is over. Time to start planning Happy Hour, Columbia’s time-honored tradition: turning Uris Hall into Marquee in its prime every Thursday night.